silence
sometimes the only thing desired
sometimes the last.
i’ve lost my ability to write, momentarily…
not due to the lack of tragedy,
but more to the intensity of it.
in this minute I will allow myself to feel it.
but only this minute.
and maybe another. later.
for now there are groceries to buy
rent to pay
emails to send
precious children to retrieve
and futures to determine.
so forgive my non poetry today.
life and the lack of it got in the way.